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This series of photos shows our cruise ship's journey along the Fiordland coast between Milford Sound and Doubtful Sound, and then our looping route in one entrance to this enormous fiord and out another. The reaction of my fellow passengers to this magnificent New Zealand scenery was, in itself, wonderful to observe.
•Doubtful Sound is a very large and naturally imposing fiord in Fiordland, in the far south west of New Zealand. Doubtful Sound was named 'Doubtful Harbour' in 1770 by Captain Cook, who did not enter the inlet as he was uncertain whether it was navigable under sail. It was later renamed Doubtful Sound by whalers and sealers. There are three distinct arms to the sound, which is the site of several large waterfalls, notably Helena Falls at Deep Cove, and the Browne Falls which have a fall of over 600 metres. The steep hills are known for their hundreds of waterfalls during the rainy season. Access to the sound is either by sea, or by the Wilmot Pass road from the Manapouri Power Station. Most areas of the sound itself are only accessible by sea however, as the road network in this area of New Zealand is sparse or nonexistent, as is the human population. Doubtful Sound is unusual in that it contains two distinct layers of water that scarcely mix. The top few meters is fresh water, fed from the high inflows from the surrounding mountains, and stained brown with tannins from the forest. Below this is a layer of cold, heavy, saline water from the sea. The dark tannins in the fresh water layer makes it difficult for light to penetrate. Thus, many deep-sea species will grow in the comparatively shallow depths of the Sound.
A few months ago I found a perfectly preserved hermit crab at the beach that I guess became "freeze-dried" or something. I'm not exactly sure how it became so well preserved, but i'm just glad it did. There's no decay at all, and it just looks and feels like a rock. I guess the sand played a part in the preservation process too. I bet just like with home-done taxidermy with salt/borax, the sand absorbed all the moisture from the animal. The freezing temperatures all winter probably caused the decay to be almost nonexistent.
Narrow or nonexistent shoulders make walking or bicycling a challenge. Construction is expected to begin in summer 2014 to widen the shoulder on the west side of the road.
This is Banderu Seijin with metallic green highlights on navy blue vinyl base version by Marmit released in 1996. There is a story behind this figure. It came to me by misunderstanding…. I already have a blue one like this (www.flickr.com/photos/51940189@N04/6451626009/ ) but what happened was that when I made an order for the other figure, the guy in Japan, who can’t speak even a simple word of English took this one by the difference of one syllable of Katakana. Each time I make orders to him I use my terrible Japanese – however, which is hundred times better than his nonexistent English…. – but because of one syllable difference (though I used the correct one for the item but he didn’t read it carefully as two items are quite similar in spelling) he sent me something quite different. Well, I don’t mind this one as I like it anyway, but what I hate this time was that he blamed me for not using “correct” Japanese then he cut off further communication completely and no reply to my emails saying that I will take it anyway so don’t worry about what’s happened and so on. Maybe he’s worried that I will ask for the refund. You know, in the world a war can happen because of one incorrect translation of a sentence….. “One small translation error, giant genocide for mankind” kinda thing.......
When love is nonexistent: Aesha Mohammadzai had her nose and ears cut off by husband and father-in-law after serving 5 months in Taliban jail. She tried to leave her husband.
When I was here, only upper classmen and grad students could live here. They were the only ones tough enough. In midwinter, the heat in these rooms varied from nonexistent to unbearable. Some kids would wear parkas 24-7, while others would have the windows wide open and would be nearly nude in the room. They've all been renovated now, and I noticed they even have AC!
A pretty typical shot of a gondola in Venice. I like the way the composition turned out in this shot. Venice was so peaceful and quiet compared to the rest of Italy I saw. I liked how vehicles were nonexistent and all that was heard was the paddling of gondolas and engines of water buses.
Some of the thousand things Edison invented. In the foreground is a model of the Black Maria, a rotatable movie studio he built in West Orange, New Jersey in 1892. The roof opened and the building could be turned toward the sun to provide light for shooting all day. (Studio lighting was otherwise nonexistent.) Nearby are a phonograph and a movie projector.
Originally posted in 2005.
A fantasy depiction of a probably nonexistent thing...
Acetone treated plastic, PhotoShop a little...
I'm gobsmacked by several things here. First, the light was nonexistent. Yet the Sony A7RII performed extremely well at incredibly high ISO. Second, using knowledge developed around a digital Zone System, I knew precisely where I wanted the tonal values and was able to place them accordingly. Third, I am happy to confirm the dynamic range of the sensor extends usefully to below Zone 0 (Zone -2!), even at such high ISO settings. Fourth, 1950s German optics can do the trick. These images were made using a triplet wide angle. Who would design such a thing and make it work? Micro-contrast is something to be seen, otherwise you wouldn't believe it.
My neighborhood in East Los Angeles is known to many people as "the ghetto." It has quite the reputation of being a dangerous, gang filled neighborhood that nobody would dare live in. It's not that bad. I've lived here my entire life! I actually live in the house that my mother grew up in. This street, Whittier Boulevard, is two blocks away from my home. It is always busy. I remember my mom telling me that the street was the place, (back in the day) to hop into your new car and cruise up and down on a hot, summer day. Some people still do that, just not in cool, classic cars like "back in the day." About four more blocks down is an old building that used to house the Golden Gate Theatre. This city used to have a lot of artistic buildings and architecture, but you wouldn't know or see that today. That one building is the only remnant of what this city used to be. In the 1920's and 30's this city was not nearly as populated or busy. It was a quiet town kind of like "Pleasantville." (That's according to my grandmother.) There used to be beautiful trees, hills, and traffic was nonexistent! Today, that's all you see here! Cars on top of cars, car dealerships, and pharmacies! East Los Angeles is not a pretty town. It is full of graffiti, strip malls, and endless traffic.
gaze into the nonexistent eyes of the dark gundam......
This particular model of the dark gundam from "Mobile Fighter Gundam G fighter" took 2 days to finish
This lovely collection of Mark Twain stories was at the Burien Goodwill this weekend. I had to buy it. I have many of the stories already but this will look so cool on the bookshelf, and I can read the stories I didn't have already.
Interestingly, this edition of this collection is nearly nonexistent on the internet. I see no copies for sale anywhere, and only two library copies (in a quick Google search). My copy is the only one entered on LibraryThing. I don't suppose it's valuable or anything like that... it's awfully pretty, though. And I guess apparently not all that common.
In 2012, LIPA received the “Readers Choice Award” by Renewable Energy World for the Long Island Solar Farm (LISF) project and for the fourth time was named among the top ten utilities in the United States with the most solar electricity integrated into their energy mix by the Washington, D.C.-based Solar Electric Power Association (SEPA) ranking 4th in the Eastern Region, and 9th in the United Sta
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Prior to establishing LIPA’s Solar Pioneer program, the Long Island photovoltaic market was virtually nonexistent. Since 2000, LIPA’s solar programs have provided more than $100 million in rebates to our customers to help offset costs of over 5,600+ solar systems.
In November, 2011 the Long Island Solar Farm, the largest photovoltaic solar plant in the Eastern United States began delivering power to the LIPA grid. This solar photovoltaic power plant is 32 megawatts and has been built through a unique public/private collaboration including BP Solar, LIPA, and the US Department of Energy, located on-site here at Brookhaven National Laboratory (BNL).
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Only a few weeks after an astroturfing controversy surrounded the Watertown Tab's "SpeakOut" section, another political group is alleged to have taken advantage of the TAB. This time, Watertown veterans' names were signed to a letter that one of them, Anthony Aiello, says he was told was to support greater veterans' benefits -- but in fact his name was signed to a letter supporting a Republican political candidate.
Letters to the Editor astroturfing was a common occurrence during the 2004 presidential campaign, where letters to the editor supporting Republican candidates and policies were sent to major newspapers around the nation. Once investigated, some of the signers of the letters were found to be nonexistent, while others were real people who had been told that they'd be signing their name to a letter supporting a different issue or candidate, only to find their name affixed to a new and different letter to the editor that supported a political group's pet issue or campaign.
The 2004 letters proved effective ways to get free space in newspapers; many were not discovered to be fake or fraudulent until after the election. Such coordinated campaigns were intended to make the "Letters" section seem to indicate widespread support for campaigns and issues that were really the province of narrow special interests.
في حمص المحاصرة العدم هو العنوان العريض فبعد سنة و نصف من حصار الموت و الدمار . انعدمت الحياة و مقوماتها من ماء و غذاء و دواء و مواد طاقة , فأنجبت مارد من جوع يستل الأرواح بقسوة و ببطئ , عندما تموت الإنسانية فسترى اجسادا لأناس كطلوع الفجر بنقائهم تذوي و ترحل بعيدا فلا مكان لها بين كروش ممتلئة غدرا و خيانة حينا و حقدا و وحشية حينا أخر
الحاج حيدر المعصراني " أبو حسام "في ذمة الله , قضى جوعا و هل في حضرة الجوع كلمات تشبع الألم ؟؟؟!!!
In besieged Homs nothingness is the headline, where after a year and a half of death and destruction siege. Life necessities water, food, medicine, electricity and diesel nonexistent, there is nothing but hunger was left eating souls cruelly.
When humanity dies you see bodies taken so there is no place for it among stomachs full of treachery and betrayal
Al Haj Haidar Maasrani (Abu Hussam) has passed away, died starvation
Homs est assiégée néant titre Après un an et demi siège de la mort et la destruction. Il ya un manque de vie et de ses composants de l'eau et des matières alimentaires et de la médecine et de l'énergie, l'alésage géant de la faim dégainé vie cruellement et lentement, quand vous mourrez, vous pourrez voir des corps humains comme les humains pureté aube dépérir et les laisser aucune place parmi Tripe pleine trahison et la haine insidieuse et parfois et brutale parfois dernier Haj Haidar Almasrani "Abu Hussam" sous la protection de Dieu, est mort de faim et de la faim, en présence de vous des paroles de saturer
la douleur??!
Editor's note: Bert's story is adapted from an article in our Spring 2008 newsletter told by Beth Ash and Vicki Huneke, roommates who rescued and cared for Bert for many months before he came to Home for Life® in January 2008.
Bert, originally named Buck, is a Saint Bernard, estimated to be four years old. He spent the first four years of his life on a farm, as on outside dog, with little to no attention. When the farmer got tired of having him around, he placed an ad in the paper to find the dog a better home.
A friend of ours responded to the ad and took pity on the sad looking Saint Bernard, who was found tied up outside with the cows of the farm, sharing silage with them, knee-deep in manure. His coat was matted and dull, and he was slightly underweight. Our friend took the dog with the intention of giving him a better life in their rural home.
This new home had several other dogs besides Bert, all of whom lived in the house. To avoid any confrontations with the pre-existing pets, Bert was left to live outside, away from the house, in a dog kennel made of an old chicken coop. His care was left solely in the hands of a 16 year old girl. While the first few days in his new home may have provided Bert some long-needed attention, he was soon forgotten, and his condition grew worse.
We saw Bert at this new home about a month after he arrived. His 16 year old caregiver was given a demonstration on grooming, and a lecture on its importance. She was also told how Bert needed more attention as well as a much better food than he had been getting. Despite our admonitions, Bert was left in the hands of the teenager, with no supervision or guidance from any responsible adult.
On August 31, 2007, after Bert had been in his new home for about 4 months, we received a phone call from a mutual friend, "You need to go get this dog!" We were told that Bert was thin and very weak. Rushing over, we confronted his owners, and told them we would either come and get the dog immediately or call the sheriff. They agreed to let us take him.
We never would have imagined that Bert would be even worse off than when we had seen him last. But, through his matted coat, touching him made it quite obvious that he was literally SKIN AND BONES! We lifted him to his feet and headed for the truck, but Bert could only walk 50 feet before collapsing.
We got Bert home and tried to feed him but he was too weak to eat. It was Labor Day weekend, and we could not get him to a vet until Tuesday, so we did our best to provide him with nursing care, and keep him alive, until then. We fed him water from a syringe and after a while he was able to eat a few bites of hamburger and bread.
First thing Tuesday morning, we brought Bert to the vet. He could not walk, so we made a sling out of a towel to carry him in. In the back of the clinic, the vets and the vet technicians went to work, checking Bert's teeth, cutting out the mats in his fur, and checking him for heartworm, Lyme disease, and everything else imaginable. They took x-rays and hospitalized him on IV fluids.
By the following morning, Bert was starting to feel a little more alert, though still not well. The barium enema he had been given the previous day had not passed, so with his protein dropping, he underwent emergency surgery to see if there was a block in his intestinal tract. During surgery, the vet took kidney samples to check for cancer, found no blockage in the intestines, but did discover that his pancreas was virtually nonexistent. Bert was immediately started on a pancreatic enzyme powder to help him digest his food. The mystery of his terrible weight loss was solved. After a couple more days at the vet hospital, Bert returned home with us and the recovery process began with three meals a day of prescription food and the pancreatic enzyme.
In the first two weeks back with us, Bert gained about 15 pounds. Once he began to regain his health, though far from completely rehabilitated, he was well enough to go to the dog groomers. Once professionally groomed, he was a beautiful dog.
After a couple of months, Bert was feeling great, but we were unable to find him a new home. Potential adopters passed him by because of his size, heavy coat, and expensive special medical needs. In addition to the pancreatic condition, Bert was showing signs of early-onset arthritis in his hips and hind legs. Eventually, he would also need medicine for stiffness and pain. He might also need physical therapy to stay mobile.
With all of Bert's food and medication expenses coming out of our own pockets, the financial burden was starting to take a terrible toll. We were faced with the decision of whether or not to euthanize Bert. We had grown to love Bert very much, but we already had a large family of animals of our own and a low income. The decision was made and Bert was scheduled to be put down.
The day before Bert's euthanasia appointment, we got word from a friend at the vet clinic that the clinic would donate the food and enzyme for 2–3 weeks to buy him some more time. Bert would get another chance. He continued to live with us and continued gaining weight, finally switching over to non-prescription food and reaching 95 pounds, a real milestone for him—45 pounds more than he weighed when we rescued him six months before. Now all he needed was a home.
Along with the clinic staff, we hoped that Bert's relaxed, open nature would at last attract an adopter. The clinic and staff worked with us to try to find a good match for him. They networked with friends and fellow animal lovers. People heard about Bert's plight and helped to put up posters in the downtown skyways of the metropolitan Twin Cities.
People who saw the posters in downtown St. Paul included some Home for Life® supporters. They contacted Home For Life®, and Bert finally got the break we had all hoped and dreamed of for him. If nobody would take Bert, they asked, would the sanctuary offer him a home? At Home for Life®, Bert would be able to live out the rest of his days surrounded by other special-needs animals, in the care of people who would provide for all his needs and give him lots of love and attention.
On a cold day in late January, we packed up Bert's things and said our goodbyes to this beautiful dog. Bert arrived at the sanctuary, assured of a home for life where he would never face abandonment and hunger again. It was an emotional end to our journey with this big teddy bear, but to him it was just the beginning of a new life.
Postscript:
Bert represents a first for Home For Life® in one way: although many big dogs live at the sanctuary, we have never had a giant breed before. Even our largest dogs look svelte and petite next Bert!
Bert's size might be intimidating, but he has such a gentle and humble nature, and he shows such palpable relief and gratitude for the care he receives, that our staff finds him easygoing and
compliant.
Bert and Penny lounging in the grass
Roommates Bert and Penny rest together after a good summer romp. More: Bert enjoys a run | back to initial picture
Bert has a hammock and couch reserved for his own use. True to his heritage as a mountain dog of the Swiss Alps, he loves the snow. He enjoys trotting along in the meadows after a fresh snowfall, totally unfazed by the cold and wind.
To make Bert more comfortable and forestall the worst effects of his arthritis, Bert attends water therapy in the warm water pool at K9 Hydrotherapy in St. Louis Park, MN. He rooms with Penny, a dainty pitbull/border collie mix who is about his age and less than half his size.
Home For Life® has a tradition of naming dogs after cats who have passed on and vice versa. Out of respect, we never name a cat or dog after a member of the same species who has gone before them. Bert carries on this tradition by bearing the name of our beloved Bert, a very large tabby and white male cat with severe diabetes who lived at Home for Life® for many years.
Fort Greene Park, Fort Greene Historic District , Brooklyn
The Prison Ship Martyrs Monument that stands today in the center of Fort Greene Park is a 1908 memorial to the 11,000 men and boys who died in horrid conditions on the British Prison Ships during the Revolutionary War. The Monument, which is sometimes referred to as the Soldiers and Sailors Monument, stands in the center of what was once called Fort Putnam, an actual Revolutionary War fort, named after Gernal Putnam. The Monument you see today is actually the third incarnation of this sacred shrine. The story of the horrid Prison Ships – and the ghastly conditions suffered by the men and boys imprisoned on them during the Revolutionary War – is one of the most disturbing chapters in American history.
During the American Revolutionary War, which began in 1775, the British arrested scores of soldiers, sailors, and private citizens on both land and sea. Many were apprehended simply because they would not swear allegiance to the Crown of England. Besides American civilians and resistance fighters, the British captured the crews of foreign ships on the high seas, especially Spanish vessels. The soldiers, sailors and civilians they arrested were deemed by the British to be prisoners of war and were incarcerated. When the British ran out of jail space to house their POWs they began using decommissioned or damaged war ships that were anchored in Wallabout Bay as floating prisons.
Life was unbearable on the prison ships, the most notorious of them being the Old Jersey – which was called "Hell" by the inhabitants. Disease was rampant, food and water were scarce or nonexistent, and the living conditions were horrendously overcrowded and wretched. If one had money they could purchase food from the many entrepreneurs who rowed up to the boat to sell their wares. Otherwise, the meager rations would consist of sawdust laden bread or watery soup.
A great number of the captives died from disease and malnutrition. Their emaciated bodies were either thrown overboard or buried in shallow graves in the sandy marshes of Wallabout Bay. Even thought the British surrendered at Yorktown. Virginia in 1782, the surviving prisoners were not freed until 1783, when the British abandoned New York City. (A footnote: after the war, the British Commander in charge of the Prison Ships was brought up on war crimes charges and was subsequently hanged.)
The "Old Jersey"
In the years following the war the bones of the patriots would regularly wash up along the shores of Brooklyn and Long Island. These remains were collected by Brooklynites with the hopes of creating a permanent resting place for the remains of the brave Prison Ship Martyrs. In the early 1880's the first Martyrs Monument monument was erected by the Tammany Society of New York. It was located on a triangular plot of land near the Brooklyn Navy Yard waterfront in what is now called Vinegar Hill.
By the 1840s, the original monument was in a state of disrepair and neglect. By 1873 a large stone crypt was constructed in the heart of what is now Fort Greene Park (then called Washington Park), and the bones were re-interred in the crypt. A small monument was erected on the hill above the crypt.
By the close of the 19th century, funds were finally raised for a grander more fitting monument for the Prison Ship Martyrs. The prestigious architectural firm of McKim. Meade and White was commissioned to design the large 148 ft. tower which stands today in the park. It was unveiled in 1908 with a grand ribbon-cutting ceremony presided over by President-Elect Taft.
Sadly, over the ensuing decades the monument was severely neglected. Due to shortage of public funds, urban blight and lack of community interest both the park and the memorial fell into disrepair. The monument originally housed a staircase and elevator to the top observation deck, which featured a lighted urn with a beacon of light which could be seen for miles. The elevator was operational until the 1930s but was unfortunately removed by the city in the early 1970s.
Since it founding in 1998, the Fort Greene Park Conservancy has been a catalyst for the restoration and revival of both the monument and the park. In November 2008 a grand weekend event is planned to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the dedication of the 1908 Prison Ships Martyrs Memorial.
2014-SEP-07; Mark Bauer wrote a letter to the editor which was published in the Dallas Morning News: believe the media, experts and our current administration need to take the Islamic State panic down a notch. Yes, the Islamic State is vicious and they?ve killed two Americans, but they are not a threat to the USA, and in fact they are fighting the bad guy, Syrian dictator Bashar Assad. We?ve been down this road before with the Bush administration looking for nonexistent weapons of mass destruction that cost us thousands of American lives. Taking out Saddam Hussein freed Iran to develop nuclear weapons and has created these sectarian groups. You would think we would have learned. A cool, considerate ?we don?t have a strategy now? is more reassuring than the cries to do something now..
Mark Bauer, Colleyville
Le amo mucho... no sé que haré sin él.
Have a Spanish interview in 24 minutes.
Eso es el razon para hablando español.
Estoy en la biblioteca... hay muchas personas hablando cuando sea un lugar callado. Es una vergüenza.
Usually there's a moment between sleeping and wakefulness where everything is just delightfully hazy and no thoughts come to mind. For the past few days that moment has been nonexistent for me... reality just crashes down the moment my eyes open. So I say a prayer, take a deep breath, say another prayer, and get up.
I really only have one wish for Christmas this year.
Some dude just walked up to his friends and greeted them by triumphantly yelling "We landed on the moon!" .... .... ...?
Anyways.
Do your magic, Santa.
Nicely posing Willow Flycatcher, low on the trees/shrubs right over the water. While no doubt one or more of the "oh an empid buzzed by" birds I've seen in my life were this species - they're common around here - this is the first one I was able to identify, so a lifer ;-)
I had this photo shoot (and a following less productive one) with this bird, while in one of the gazebos. Shortly after the bird vacated, we had an unexpected rain squall (good timing, being in the roofed gazebo.) Two other birds and I had a nice chat while it rained about what we had seen, and they helped me ID this empid. Around here, that much white beneath combined with the almost-nonexistent eye ring is a good clue for Willow, it's one of the standard empids here that had been reported recently on social media, and Sibley indicates that the 'low above water' behavior is typical for this species. So many other empids do treetops.
Mendon Ponds Park is owned and very poorly maintained by the County of Monroe, NY.
Unfortunately, this extraordinary property is rapidly deteriorating due to an egregious lack of care. Trails are not cleared of debris... signs are useless. Park maintenance is essentially nonexistent. They do have a marketing department. Seriously, the taxpayers are paying the salaries of a county parks marketing department.
Email Mendon Ponds Park complaints to: countyexecutive@monroecounty.gov
* Courtly love – a late medieval conventionalized code prescribing certain conduct and emotions for ladies and their lovers
* Erotic love – desire characterized by sexual desires : D
* Familial love – affection brokered through kinship connections, intertwined with concepts of attachment and bonding
* Free love – sexual relations according to choice and unrestricted by marriage
* Platonic love – a close relationship in which sexual desire is nonexistent or has been suppressed or sublimated
* Puppy love – romantic affection that is not "mature" or not "true." The term reflects a bias that love between youngsters is somehow less valid.
* Religious love – devotion to one's deity or theology
* Romantic love – affection characterized by a mix of emotional and sexual desire
* True love - love without condition, motive or attachment. Loving someone just because they are themselves, not their actions or beliefs in particular.
* Unrequited love – affection and desire not reciprocated or returned
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Desmognathus sp. - Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Tennessee
Another photo of one of the Desmognathus I found on December 1st. Living in Wisconsin where winter herping is nonexistent, i'm thrilled to see any herps in December and I found a bunch of these in just a short time searching. I would love to make it back to that part of the USA in warmer weather and find some more of the resident salamanders and without freezing my fingers off next time.
If anyone can tell which species of Desmognathus this is, I would really appreciate the help.
House of the Golden Well, sometimes called At the Red Chair, the house no. 175 in the Old Town of Prague on the corner of Seminary (no. 2) and Charles (no. 3), near Clementinum.
On the site today of Baroque building with Classicist elements became Romanesque building, whose walls are preserved vaulted cellar at the Seminary Street following the house čp.177 / I. The first written record of this house but it is up to the year 1354 when it cutler Vaclav Muldorfer bought from Nicholas Znojmo. The house was at the time and edited Gothic square around it was called cutlery commons (Latin Plateau cultellatorum). Also in the 15th century there were several cutlers and two Mecir. The house had already been a corner and stood against the church garden. Clement, which was about to southwest facade still nonexistent Klementinum. Its central location expressing house sign midst of the wheel.
In the early 17th century, the house was probably likely to radically rebuilt in the late Renaissance style (as evidenced by a few preserved Gothic elements). In the early 18th century, the house was connected (still recognizably) with the neighboring small Gothic house (in the 17th century, rebuilt in Baroque style) in the Seminary Street and after 1769, was rebuilt on the 3rd floor. In the 80s of the 20th century, the house was significantly modified from the original structure remained only part of the perimeter walls and interiors to the level of the first floor. In basements, ground floor and first floor are barrel vaults.
The facade is decorated with stucco reliefs Johann Ulrich Mayer from 1713. They are located in three levels. Amid under the associated window on the second floor, is in gilded medallion Palladium of Czech, ie. semifigures Stará Boleslav Virgin Mary with Jesus on the octagonal star-founded Circle. Above the star pair of angels bears the crown, under the star is on the sides of a pair of crowned Czech lion. Left stands St. Wenceslas, right there nesvatořečený John of Nepomuk. Around the windows on the first floor is dvojicemorových patrons (left St. Sebastian, right St. Roch) and the third floor of the Jesuit patrons (left about St. Ignatius and right St. Francis Xavier and Francis Borgia). Above the window on the third floor is a relief lying plague patron Saint Rosalia.
Today the building houses a hotel Aurus (www.aurushotel.cz).
cs.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C5%AFm_U_Zlat%C3%A9_studn%C4%9B_(Karlova)
The fisheye creates nonexistent depth like no other lens. The spacial distortion is out of this world.
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This past week has been one of the best experiences of my life. As I sit here overlooking the city below, I feel that my soul has finally taken its first breath of life. I will try and recount the journey which has brought me to this beautiful moment.
When I first arrived for “spa treatment” I was surprised to find myself at the foot of a mountain path, about to embark upon my quest for meaning. I sauntered up the trail, leaving behind the worries of my everyday life with every step. The beautiful surroundings reminded me of the tranquility of nature, which seems all but nonexistent in my everyday life.
The first time I saw the Center for Harmonious Development, I thought I had stumbled upon an ancient alien landing site. Much like Stonehenge, or the Easter Islands, the place had an aura of an alien monument of old, whose technology far surpassed human understanding. I was greeted by an elderly man, whose eyes smiled with a contentment that can only come from an understanding of the futility of suffering. He led me silently through a dank chamber with a flight of ascending stairs at the end. At the top of the stairs I could see the soft glow of a distant light leading me upward toward the unknown. When I crested the final step I was standing in front of a building whose magnificent fluidity and crisp detail left me in awe.
The people who work and live at the “Center” wore green tunics, and moved as if time was nonexistent; there was no rush, but there was no waiting either. The inside of the building seemed as if from the near future, yet the technology was nothing unreal. The walls vibrated with texture and warmth, yet they were nearly all the color of pearl. The smell was that of crisp, natural, mountain air throughout. In the main pool floated futuristic pods, containing people who were undergoing an experimental therapy which combined therapeutic sound and light waves. Some areas were built of stone masonry, which vibrated with the constant soothing tone of therapeutic frequencies. The outside environment was adequately juxtaposed with the sanitry, futuristic interior, with moments of fluid interaction. During my stay I attended seminars about the vibrations of sound, light, and the human spirit. While on day hikes, I began to become more in tune with my own inner vibration, and thus more in tune with the vibrations of my surroundings. Now, as I complete my final journal entry atop the “Center,” I feel reborn and I have a new vigor with which to approach life. I am ready to restart my life in harmony with the ether in which I swim.
An American black bear (Urusus americanus) next to a gray wolf (Canis lupus).
You can see that the wolf, on the right, has a strong sagittal crest running along the braincase. The bear's is significantly smaller, almost nonexistent. Bears are not the hunters that wolves are, and do not have the profound biting strength that wolves do.
My parents' house in Kitimat. Note the sliding glass doors on the 2nd floor that open to a nonexistent patio.
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I want the business to stop, yet I know it never will.
Too many things to worry about, as you can see. I for sure have much more than what is just on the chalk board, but I didn't want to take too much time.
I apologize in advance for my terrible nonexistent airbrushing skillz. there were things on my sister's wall that i did not want in the picture.
Clouds on fire with color over the Pacific! It's always nice to go during the winter months when coastal fog is nonexistent. It's been a while since I've seen a sunset over the ocean! Me and my parents came here to SF to breathe the fresh sea breeze and to just simply relax and get away from the busy city life. The weather was nice here and wasn't too cold. Ultimately, there was no coastal fog, only high clouds, which indeed made for a nice sunset over the Pacific this day. This was like our after-Christmas outing or so. Hope you guys have a great new year as well! Pic taken from around the Lands End Lookout in San Francisco, CA. (Saturday around sunset, December 27, 2014; 5:02 p.m.)
One of our favorite Vietnamese restaurants. Decor is almost nonexistent, but the food is fresh, plentiful, and affordable (and authentic -- avocado milkshakes, salted lemonade, etc. along with over 100 items that would be more palatable to less adventurous Americans.
I never used to believe in facials, other than the relaxing effect of the experience (hydrating, detoxifying, blah blah blah), but I think I was just going to the wrong place! I'm getting them done by someone new for the 4 months leading up to my wedding and my skin is like SILK and my pores are nonexistent. I think I shall continue my efforts post-wedding. :)
I went on a hike today at Moss Rock Reserve hoping to clear my mind and get some kind of exercise. The trees are beginning to change colors and flower blooms are almost nonexistent. Fortunately, other things are still growing such as this giant wild mushroom.
First shots with Sony DSC-HX200V.
Mendon Ponds Park is owned and very poorly maintained by the County of Monroe, NY.
Unfortunately, this extraordinary property is rapidly deteriorating due to an egregious lack of care. Trails are not cleared of debris... signs are useless. Park maintenance is essentially nonexistent. They do have a marketing department. Seriously, the taxpayers are paying the salaries of a county parks marketing department.
Email Mendon Ponds Park complaints to: countyexecutive@monroecounty.gov
New to Alameda so had to give them a try. Not the best burger one can get in town, although not awful, either. But the patty was way too dry for me and the BBQ sauce was all but nonexistent. The batter on the onion strings and the fried pickles is the same and it was quite salty. I like salty so the onion strings were fine for me but would be too much for many people. The salty pickles plus salty batter was over the top even for this salt-lover. I thought the Smashfries (with olive oil, rosemary and garlic) were REALLY good. I would go back for them.
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Fortune Global Forum 2018
October 16th, 2018
Toronto, Canada
3:30 PM
THE NEW GLOBAL CONSUMER: DOING BUSINESS IN A DIGITAL ECONOMY
The digital economy is no longer part of the economy. It is the economy. How can traditional brick-and-mortar firms reinvent themselves, their supply chains, and their marketplaces to avoid the fate of brands once thought of as everlasting but which are now nonexistent? And how are new platforms – from e-commerce to shared services – rewriting the rules of the game? A conversation on how businesses can manage expectations for digitally empowered customers, and how technology is being used to enhance the customer experience.
Alain Bejjani, Chief Executive Officer, Majid al Futtaim
Andrea Stairs, General Manager, Canada and Latin America, eBay
Ning Tang, Founder and CEO, CreditEase
Moderator: Phil Wahba, Senior Writer, Fortune
Photograph by Stuart Isett/Fortune
This series of photos shows our cruise ship's journey along the Fiordland coast between Milford Sound and Doubtful Sound, and then our looping route in one entrance to this enormous fiord and out another. The reaction of my fellow passengers to this magnificent New Zealand scenery was, in itself, wonderful to observe.
•Doubtful Sound is a very large and naturally imposing fiord in Fiordland, in the far south west of New Zealand. Doubtful Sound was named 'Doubtful Harbour' in 1770 by Captain Cook, who did not enter the inlet as he was uncertain whether it was navigable under sail. It was later renamed Doubtful Sound by whalers and sealers. There are three distinct arms to the sound, which is the site of several large waterfalls, notably Helena Falls at Deep Cove, and the Browne Falls which have a fall of over 600 metres. The steep hills are known for their hundreds of waterfalls during the rainy season. Access to the sound is either by sea, or by the Wilmot Pass road from the Manapouri Power Station. Most areas of the sound itself are only accessible by sea however, as the road network in this area of New Zealand is sparse or nonexistent, as is the human population. Doubtful Sound is unusual in that it contains two distinct layers of water that scarcely mix. The top few meters is fresh water, fed from the high inflows from the surrounding mountains, and stained brown with tannins from the forest. Below this is a layer of cold, heavy, saline water from the sea. The dark tannins in the fresh water layer makes it difficult for light to penetrate. Thus, many deep-sea species will grow in the comparatively shallow depths of the Sound.
It is fairly typical to see flowers people planted here and there. It's a nice thing, and makes sense since yards are usually small-to-nonexistent. The little things make life grand.
Shots from a walk in Totsuka, May 2010.
—Rick Cogley ( rick.cogley.info )
"This bridge is a good example of one of the Erie Canal's highly unusual vertical lift bridges. While there are several surviving examples of this design on the Erie Canal, elsewhere the design is essentially nonexistent. Thus, each surviving example on the Erie Canal is significant. The bridge superstructure is a Warren pony truss bridge riveted connections. The end posts of the bridge are vertical, and extend below the deck as legs with a rack attached that is engaged by a pinion, allowing the legs to rise up, lifting the bridge. There is no v-lacing on the bridge's built-up beams. Lattice is present under the built-up top chords. The road deck is metal grate, and the sidewalks are wood, which is painted red. Old bricks form a roadway just before the bridge. Finding the one plaque remaining on the bridge required peeking behind a hazard sign which was rudely blocking the view of the plaque. The plaque identifies the Lackawanna Bridge Company of Buffalo, NY with building the bridge in 1917. Original railings remain on the cantilevered pedestrian sidewalks. There are stairs at each end which allow pedestrians to cross the bridge even when it it is raised, a typical detail of the Erie Canal lift bridges. This bridge is one of the least altered examples of the Erie Canal lift bridges, but it also one of the most deteriorated." historicbridges.org/bridges/browser/?bridgebrowser=truss/...
Presenting the Mistral – A Gas Freighter of the Belt
In the weightless void of space, industrial freighters like the Mistral are built for efficiency, not aesthetics. With its reinforced truss structure, independent thruster arrays, and massive cargo tanks, it is a workhorse of the Belt, ferrying precious volatile gases across the solar system.
At the forefront of the vessel, what might appear to be a command module is actually a massive impact shield, designed to protect the ship from micro-meteoroids and debris traveling at deadly speeds. In the unforgiving reality of spaceflight, even a stray pebble can spell disaster, and the Mistral ensures its cargo reaches its destination intact.
Unlike bulk freighters that rely solely on inertia, the Mistral boasts a full set of maneuvering thrusters, three primary engines, and precise vector control, allowing it to make delicate adjustments during docking, refueling, or evasive maneuvers in high-risk zones. Positioned atop the central structure, a large access hatch provides direct entry to the ship’s systems and cargo bays, facilitating rapid maintenance and cargo transfer.
Recreating such an open and lightweight space structure in LEGO is a challenge in itself. The Mistral’s support framework has been carefully engineered to withstand the immense weight of its tanks, preventing structural collapse under gravity—an issue nonexistent in microgravity but crucial for terrestrial display.
A testament to function-first design, the Mistral captures the industrial beauty of spaceflight: a vessel built not for comfort, but for the harsh realities of deep-space logistics.
The ships is nearly 13 000 parts, 185 stud long (1.48 Meters) and weights nearly 11 Kg